Reno.
[Jinx pauses, how is he going to word this? He knows that his locks aren't quite perfect, and the incident with Marco is sure to stir some shit up.
Fuck it.]
Got 'em, forty kilos as promised. Bite sized packages an' separated inta four different bags.
[The tap on his desk and a few metallic noises are all that can be heard for a minute or two.
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So, whatcha got?
[He's grinning like like the kid who got everything he asked for Christmas morning.]
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Look over here.
[Jinx heads to the desk, and reaches into a bag. Out comes a handful of miniature grenade-like orbs about as big as a tangerine. They look pretty damn crude, wrapped in grease stained masking tape, but hell if they can pack a punch.]
I didn't think there'd be many a ya', so there's just four bags of 'em.
[He dumps out an entire bag, there are literally hundreds of them. Jinx has been quite busy.]
Pull out th' cord an toss 'em. They take five seconds ta' explode an' gotta range of about three thousand meters per second. They got nitro in 'em so be gentle.
[Jinx is really just lucky that he wasn't killed by dumping those things out so roughly.]
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